He cost me a pretty penny. Johnny Rocket, I mean. When I saw him in that catalogue, his spark just done something to me. Something I can't explain that sent waves of emotion throughout my body. I could feel him breathing, pulsating. He was real. I wanted to hold on to his hard body and shove his mighty shaft deep into my steamy wetness, and he knew it. It was like some kind of telepathy between he and me.
"Buy me', he whispered seductively,'let me satisfy your hunger."
As I sat in front of the web page looking at his small powerful length, I could feel my nipples protruding through my satin grape negligee. My lower lips began to inflate as I reluctantly ran a hand across my vaginal opening, trying to ignore the heated moisture that was steaming from within me. Nervously, I closed my eyes and submitted the order.
It was Casual Friday and I woke up horny as hell. Running, late for work, I grabbed my blue jeans skirt, a sweater and a pair of old gym shoes. Half way to the door, I darted back to the bedroom, opened the nightstand drawer and grabbed my pocket rocket. If nothing else, I'll have a little fun on the way to work. I leaned back on the bed, lifted my knees to my chest and inserted Johnny nice and deep. Intending to set him on the lowest possible speed, in my rush, I accidentally pushed the wrong button. The thought of work totally vanished from my mind as I was transported to a zone somewhere among the Milky Way where orgasms were meant to be a thrilling way of life. I was in an intense emotional state that captivated my mind and soul by preventing me from doing anything other than lay there and enjoy the sensation that had been bestowed upon me by my dear sweet Johnny. Mmmmmm, what a fantastic feeling. Totally. Freaking. Awesome. The phone rang. Fuck! I glanced at the clock. With less than twenty minutes to spare, I stuffed a handful of tissues in my purse and rushed out the door with Johnny still in action. Once in the car, I adjusted his speed and drove off.
Driving down 385 was a delight. Everyone around me was zipping in and out of traffic at racing speeds while Johnny and I cruised along enjoying our unseen pleasure. It felt as if a tiny little man was tucked away under my steering wheel, with his head strategically placed between my thighs, plunging his tongue up to my waist,as I drove along in my own unregretable dreamland. I pulled my skirt up higher and placed my left leg upon the dash of my small compact sedan. Somehow opening my legs wider made the sensations of the vibrations much more intense. I licked my finger and began tickling my clit, when suddenly a little old lady in a beat up disco era station wagon, honked her horn and swearved pass while gaving me the finger and mouthing something foul. The exciting threat of a major accident, with my skirt now at my belly button sent a tidal wave of fluid throughout my body causing me to scream out in a mixture of passion and fright as orgasmic juices rushed out of my filled hole onto the seat. Trembling, I headed for the emergency lane where I cleaned up and continued my journey. A few miles down the highway, I caught up to the old beat up station wagon. When the old lady looked at me, I smiled, gave her a friendly wave and said thank you as I drove by.
As I pulled into the parking lot, I fondled my purse in search of fresh batteries. About to panic, I sat up streight. The search for replacements became serious. When I shifted, somehow, Johnny sensed my tension and automatically started up on a nice soothing setting. Still sensitive from the highway orgasm, I moaned slightly trying to keep my composure as passer-bys hurried towards the building. Calmly, I reached into my purse and pulled out a new pack of batteries. With five minutes to spare, I leaned forward to release the seatbelt and Johnny shut off. I chuckled. In addition to giving me tons of pleasure, he was also becoming accustomed to my every move.
Not sure if my vaginal muscles could hold Johnny in place, I hurried to my desk and sat down. Everyone was in the coffee room except Creepy Crighton, whose desk just happened to be right across from mine. I glanced over at him and waved. He looked so damn lame sitting there in his red sweatsuit and black flip flops to match his stupid old fashioned black corn-rimmed eyeglasses. He probably was in love with some super hero. I'd bet he goes home every night and wack off watching ladies on t.v. commercials. "Our legs fit your legs" Ugggggh! and he passes out for the night. I leaned forward and started typing. As I did Johnny came on. I jumped suddenly and opened my legs wider under my desk allowing him to do his thing. Moments later, everyone came out of the coffee room laughing and talking. It had been decided that if we could get two volunteers to work that day, we'd close the office Since I'm a sucker for overtime and Crighton doesn't have a life, it was all set. Everyone let. I turned on the radio and continued typing up reports as Creepy Crighton starred at me from his desk as usual. If he knew what I was doing, he probably cream his pants.
I opened my legs wider and wider enjoying the sensations of Johnny. At one point, I put both feet upon two sets of boxes that had been stored under my desk. Mmmmm, how handy. I leaned back pretending to enjoy the song on the radio as I rubbed and circled my clit,secretly enjoying several mini orgasms. After I'd finished pleasuring myself and typing the reports, I smoothed out my skirt and carried everything over to Crighton who looked at me like he was working real hard to hide something. He was so creepy. I paid no attention to him. When I turned to head back to my desk, I got the shock of my life.
The front panel of my desk had been removed and Creepy Crighton had been watching me finger my clit the entire time! He knew I didnt have on panties! He knew I was getting off! He knew I had Johnny inside me! Okay, trying to stay calm, I looked at the U.S. map on the wall trying to think of a way to start a conversation. Then it happened. I felt Crighton walk up behind me. The bulge in his sweatpants felt bigger than the Florida panhandle. Without saying a word, he put one arm around my waist and pushed me to my knees. After getting me on the floor, he lifted my skirt, pulled Johnny out, adjusted the speed and pushed him back in. Then out, then in, then out and back in again. I tried to turn to look at him, but he wouldn't let me. He pushed his sweats down and rubbed his huge thick cock across my bottom. I could feel the traces of precum leaking from the head as he batted me with it. He lifted my sweater and started squeezing my nipple. While planting delicate kisses all over my back, he pulled on incredibly huge cock, making it feel like a hulk on steroids as he continued to rub it across my sensitive ass. He took his hands, spread my ass cheeks apart, laid his cock between them and let go. Leaning in to me, he pulled upwards, allowing his huge manliness to slowly glide itself along the path of my crack unit it made it's way out. He pushed my sweater over my head until it fell down my arms. I removed my hands and tossed it on the table next to us.
Crighton continued to lick and kiss the center of my back. His gentle bites sent shivers throughout my body that were so strong that my vaginal muscles gave away allowing Johnny to slip out. Crighton caught him and held him in place as he leaned his body against mine. I would have never imagined his senuality. He was so arousing and incredible.I could feel his hot seductive breath as he ran his tongue over the crack of my ass lubricating my anal passage with quick full licks. Sensing my arousal, like a wild animal in heat, he forced his manhood deep inside me and began pounding quick and hard. Thrusting like it was some kind of devious punishment for all the times I pulled pranks on him. For all the times, I called him a nerd. For all the times I said that he wacked off in front of the television, he pounded me, rodded me. I was overwhelmed. It felt so good that I was near tears. Crighton started to perspire. Sweat started to drop onto my back, adding to my craving for him with every wet, silky drop. I pushed hard up aganist him and Johnny's batteries died. Crighton pulled him out, put me on my back and climbed aboard sinking every luscious inch of his mighty pipe deep inside the walls of my inner hungerness.
Feeling him grow even harder, I began to moan slightly. He looked at me and slowed down. I was happy thinking that this was it. Almost done. Then he started to grind and pump, forcing his curved cock upwards, tapping aganist that almighty G-spot like a needle creating stitches. He contiued for half an hour. I was tired, breathing heavy and panting. My moaning got louder and I tried to push him away. I could not have an orgasm with Crighton inside me. It just wouldnt be right. He grabbed my wrists and held them firmly aganist the floor and continued deep stroking into my body, probbing and exploring every area of my now dripping cave, banging the hell out of my body while constantly nudging that G-spot. I wanted to scream, to call out his name. I wanted to cum so badly, but I couldn't. I began to mumble words only I understood. I whispered things to Crighton that I thought I'd never say to anyone. I couldn't take it anymore. He dove his pipe into me for the home run. Slamming and jabbing and grinding and pounding. I began to tremble violently as he placed his lips onto mine and delivered one of the most spine tingling kisses I have ever experienced in my life. I jerked and quirverd as his hot juices filled my insides in one large tsunami that was so powerful that I thought it was going to come out of my eye sockets.
An hour later, I got dressed, put my rocket in the pocket of my skirt and drove home. Casual Friday had been one hell of a day. It was
Totally. Freaking. Awesome.
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